i am

vintage
i am

vast.
i am

the hottest
part of the flame
with plenty
of wick
remaining.
i am

strips of fabric
torn to find the
true grain
then
woven together
into a
whole cloth.
i

bloom
i

soar
i

reflect
i

refract.
i

stand tall –
majestic, even –
but am learning
to let things
crumble
and fall
when it’s time.
i am

layers
and

light
and

gifts
yet unwrapped.
i am
at one with
the world of



here ‘n there